Semua Bab Ex-Husband, Beg Me!: Bab 31 - Bab 40

Easton dragged on his tie as he climbed out of his white Lamborghini. His head felt heavy and his body was weak. A bottle of whiskey was in his hand. He took one last gulp before tossing the bottle to the ground. It rolled under the car and shattered. He didn’t care.It was late in the evening when he got back from the bar he lounged in after clocking out of work. His mood has been totally out of fix since he got the news of his demotion.He looked at the car and scoffed.“If I’m demoted, they’ll take this too,” he muttered to himself. “They’ll take everything.”He stumbled toward his front door. His steps were lazy and tired. His mind was racing. His hands were shaking. The words from Justin’s mouth were still fresh in his ears. A demotion? After all he had done?He pushed the door open and walked into his house. The silence inside only made him feel worse. Since Clarissa moved out,there was a particular feeling the house had worn—a very disturbing one and the warmth has sort of det

The Manhattan Fashion Show was being held at the famous Dillion Hall.Dillion Hall wasn’t just any place. It was a private event center built almost a hundred years ago by the Reeds family—one of the oldest and richest families in New York. Later, the Bears joined hands with them and turned it into something even more exclusive. Now, only a few elite families had access to it. The Bears, The Reeds, A few royal connections and Some political giants. There was a membership club that consisted of ten members.The hall was built inside a reserved complex in upper Manhattan, surrounded by tall trees, a quiet lake, and thick security. No one got in unless their name held weight. Just standing at the gates made Clarissa feel like she had walked into a secret world.She sat quietly in the car, her eyes were wide, looking through the tinted window. “Wow,” she whispered to herself.This was her first time stepping into something like this. Her heart beat fast in her chest. She wasn’t born into

"Clarissa..." Easton quickly grabbed her arm,forcing her to turn to him.A raw anger spread across Clarissa's veins that instant. Her eyes narrowed at him,then she looked down at his hand holding her arm,she gritted out. "Let go.""You can't just walk out on me like that,Clarissa!" Easton snapped."Who the hell do you think you are??" Clarissa grunted. She tried to swing her arm off his grip but he tightened his hand even more.Easton pulled her closer,making her stumble. A low gasp escaped her lips. She came face to face with him, their faces barely inches away from each other's. Clarissa glared at him. Easton's eyes scanned her face,his mischievous eyes lowered to her lips as he whispered. "You're so pretty now.""Fuck you." Clarissa growled in a soft tone. Easton only grinned like a mad man. "When?" "You are sick in the balls,Easton fucking Maddox." Clarissa gritted out. Every fiber in her just wanted to scratch this man's face but she couldn't lose her cool.His grin widened ev

Lucas placed his hand on Clarissa's back as they walked away from the balcony,heading back to the party. "You okay?" he asked quietly, his voice close to her ear.Clarissa nodded slowly. Her mind was still spinning, but she didn't want to break down now. Not in front of strangers. Not in the middle of a fashion gala. Tonight was not all about her past with Easton—it was about attending as Lucas's plus one to a social event.They walked in silence, heading back toward the VVIP section. Around them, Guests downstairs were laughing, chatting amongst themselves while models walked down the stages with full confidence—showcasing various attires that were both stunning and silly.Clarissa followed Lucas through the hallway. Security guards nodded as he passed, and a few guests glanced at him, whispering quietly. Lucas didn't look at anyone. He moved like someone used to being watched but never bothered by it.When they reached their private seating area, Clarissa sank into the plush chair,

Lucas walked into the VVIP section. His brows were joined in displeasure and he was getting slightly uncomfortable because of how the night had played out. It wasn't the greatest Gala so far.The air was cooler at that point, and the noise from the party below felt distant—it was past the usual time he left. Clarissa looked up as soon as she saw him. Her face softened as she stood up from her chair, brushing her dress slightly, like she was trying to fix herself just in case."We're leaving," Lucas said in a low tone the moment he came near.Clarissa blinked. "Already?"He nodded. "I've seen enough drama for one night. I'm done. Let's go."Without arguing, she picked up her purse, following him out of the room. "How was the meeting?""Fine," he said. "Nothing I didn't expect."He didn't add more and she didn't press. Lucas pulled out his phone and called Justin, informing him that he and Clarissa would be leaving immediately. Then he led her out of Dillion Hall through a backdoor tha